Luyện nghe bài hát IV. Sweatpants

Watching haters wonder why Gambino got the game
Half-Thai thickie, all she do is Bangkok
Got her done, French braids, now she A$AP
so insensitive, she asking, "Why you say that?!"
I'm chillin', nigga feeling
Rich kid, asshole: me as a villain
Still spitting that cash DJ Khaled
I got a penthouse on coasts, pH balance
Real nigga, I rep those, why though? Cause I so
Hip deep in the Pepto, I got five on her Ben Folds
I got more than that PetCo, you faker than some Sweet'N Low
Yeah, you got some silverware, but really are you though?
Are you eating Nigga, are you eating though?
Breakfast, lunch and dinner's for beginners, you even know
Never catching cases, why faces look so e-m-o?
Watch a hater hate me, wanna play me like a
My architect know Japanese, yo' girl, she me
No hands like teams and y'all fuck boys like Socrates
You niggas ain't copping these, niggas looking like me
Nah, I ain't checking I.D. but I bounce 'em with no
'em, Problem (Problem!)

I'm winnin', yeah, yeah, I'm [x3}
Rich kid, asshole, paint me as a

Don't be mad cause I'm me better than you doing you [x3]
Better than you doing you, fuck it, you gon' do?

Different color, my passport, Instagram my load
Hashtag my day and your girl drink my day care
And I'm rich, life ain't fair (silver spoon coon, ho)
Ain't sicker and my Fisker, "vroom, vroom," ho
Ain't

don't make noise when they start up just so you know

Top of the 'em totem, ri-rich forever, a million was not the quota
My owned half of MoMA and did it with no diploma
Year off, got no rules, off of them toadstools
green than my Whole Foods and I'm too fly, Jeff Goldblum
Got a glass house in the Palisades, a-k-a
hood, white hood, (okay-kay-kay)
Furniture custom, you shop at
So Maserati, you a Kia
Spending this money, it's longer Nia
Live like a Coppola, me and
up broke, man, wouldn't wanna be ya
Friends with the dope man, help a re-up
Bring a girlfriend, man, when I see her
"Err-err-err-err": onomatopoeia, oh, I got my on! (Tell 'em, mane)
I'm winning so had to dump the Gatorade
And I don't give a fuck about my name

Don't be mad cause I'm doing me better than you doing you
Better than you you, fuck it, what you gon' do?